Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

……

Bang bang bang.

After half a minute.

The newspaper ghost fell to the ground and convulsed.

A face of unrequited love.

This is 30 seconds.

He suffered a blow that ghosts had never had before.

In front of his wife, he was beaten by an adulterer and begged for mercy.

"Are you honest?"

Shen Jian was holding a mourning stick, holding a newspaper ghost's face, with an expression of looking foolish.

A ghost with a special supernatural power came up to deal with him with bare hands, what do you think?

What's the difference between this and the crispy mage's face-to-face output fighter?

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"Be honest, be honest, big brother, stop beating, save me some face, my wife is still watching."

The newspaper ghost humiliated.

Shen Jian also looked at the ghost sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law, who do you think is stronger than me?"

Seeing her husband like this, the ghost sister-in-law's eyes became even more disgusted.

In contrast, Shen Jian is not only eye-catching, but also strong enough to protect their mother and son.

and.

It can also bring her happiness.

Thinking of this, the ghost sister-in-law became short of breath, and a touch of blush appeared in her ears.

That thing...if you put...into...

No one noticed the ghost sister-in-law's state at this time.

After Shen Jian finished speaking, he looked at the newspaper ghost and asked, "What do you mean by resurrection?"

The newspaper ghost was taken aback.

Subconsciously said: "This is the secret... ah, I said, I said, it's a way."

A painful meal.

The newspaper ghost howled.

"After I killed my wife by mistake, I regretted it. During that period of time, I was in a daze, and sometimes I didn't even know where I was. Until one day, I stumbled onto a road I had never seen before. It's a dark road with no end in sight."

"When I walked halfway, I saw my wife's figure. I thought it was a drunken hallucination, so I subconsciously took my wife's hand and walked back. When I woke up again, I found that my wife was alive. So I Overwrite her memory before she died."

Shen Jian finished listening.

His face became a little dignified.

This description sounds so similar to Huangquan Road.

Rumor has it that when a ghost walks on the road to the underworld, it will see many figures in its memory. Only by ignoring these figures can it walk safely through the road to the underworld, otherwise it will fall into the nether world forever.

But Huangquan Road seems to have no ability to resurrect the dead.

Shen Jian looked at the ghost sister-in-law.

She also noticed Shen Jian's gaze, and at the same time blushed, her gaze was a little dodged.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

Is this really the wife that the newspaper ghost remembers?

Or is it just that the newspaper ghost randomly pulled out a ghost with his wife's memory?

for these.

Shen Jian quickly suppressed it.

It's none of his business after all.

The ghost sister-in-law he saw was this one.

"Do you remember where it was?"

The newspaper ghost shook his head, "I didn't know the situation at the time, let alone where it happened."

"Then how did you trigger the supernatural?"

The newspaper ghost hesitated, "Maybe it's my obsession?"

"Obsession?"

"Yes, I had an idea in my heart at the beginning."

"what idea?"

"Resurrect, my love!"

Shen Jian paused.

"Then you shout again now."

Newspaper ghost: ...

His wife is alive, and he still screams a fart.

It's embarrassing.

Shen Jian didn't make things difficult for him either.

After all, triggering supernatural powers depends on luck.

I thought about it.

Shen Jian collected the blood newspapers.

He erased the ghost written on the newspaper again.

Pulled out a makeup brush.

What is written on it.

The ghost sister-in-law was puzzled, so she went over to have a look.

His face turned red all at once.

She looked at Shen Jian reproachfully.

I just feel my heart pounding.

Seeing this, the newspaper ghost had a bad premonition in his eyes.

Shouted: "Human, what are you writing? You can't modify my memory."

Shen Jian ignored it.

Holding the rewritten bloody newspaper, he walked towards the newspaper ghost step by step.

The newspaper ghost struggled desperately.

But can't resist.

vaguely.

He seemed to catch a glimpse of a line on the bloody newspaper.

"I... am... Green...?"

The last word has not been read yet.

Bloody newspapers had been stuck to his face.

……

time flies.

Shen Jian lived a landlord's life in the landlord's house for three days.

The husband cooks at home, and the wife cuddles in his arms.

The family is happy and happy, and life is harmonious and loving.

Wait for Shen Jian to walk out of the deserted village.

A row of Crimson panels has been marked.

[The current copy has collapsed. 】

[The deserted village dungeon has been closed. 】

[Player [King Yama himself] warn once! 】

Looking at the news above, Shen Jian smiled.

Laughing a little presumptuously.

Anxious.

Horror games are in a hurry.

It's not enough to give him the title of "Dungeon Destroyer", and now he has started to warn publicly.

This shows that the collapse of the copy in the real world really disrupted the layout of the horror game.

"It's okay to be anxious, finally let me see the hope of shaking the horror game."

Shen Jian murmured.

Recently.

Snow Maiden has returned to the horror world.

It's time for him to open the next copy.

[It was detected that the player's identity is the attending physician of Huangquan Hospital, and the dungeon master sent you an invitation. 】

Shen Jian:?

Can you do this?

Is the dean looking for him for something?

Shen Jian thought about it and accepted the invitation.

Just right.

His relationship with the dean is also somewhat negligent.

Contact is required.

Chapter 157 The Orphans and Widows by the Roadside

Huangquan Hospital.

director's office.

Shen Jian pushed the door open and entered.

I met the dean who I hadn't contacted for a long time.

Still in the familiar black uniform, with a plump figure and a typical hourglass figure.

This figure has a very obvious feature.

That is, you are a young woman, a mature woman.

As far as Shen Jian saw, there were only four people with this figure.

Lu Xuan, the ghost mother, Yue Qianqian, the proprietress of the deceased villa, Shen Ruxin, the ghost mother-in-law, and the female director of Huangquan Hospital standing in front of him.

The corners of her eyes revealed a bit of fatigue, and the documents on the desk were piled up like a mountain.